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I walked straight into his web I’m certain he weaved just for me. He is under my skin but I am sure as fuck under his as well.
I managed to dodge silver cased bullets for eleven years, but just as the hands of time keep ticking, so does the sand that keeps falling in the hourglass. My time is up.
I need to enter the dragon’s dungeon. I just hope this time I can slay it and not the other way around.
Kenzi, my Dark One, you’re about to enter the beast’s lair and I can’t wait to toy with not only your body but your mind, too.
It’s always been his end game, this constant case of cat and mouse foreplay. And fuck if it doesn’t always turn me on.
He chuckles softly under his breath and I’d bet my left nut he’s just added this scene to his spank bank.
As I stand here in this scorching hot shower all I can think of is her tears running down her face at my expense and me catching them with my tongue. I really am a different shade of fucked up.
My emotions feel like they’re fucking bipolar and I’m not sure what to make of that.
Pretty now but I’ll change that. You will yield, and when you do,” I groan, “when you do it will be downright fucking depraved, filthy and everything you are.”
My face kicks up at the sides while an abundance of images flicker through my skull. This is going to be fun.
I’m not sure why it happens, but when we are in the same vicinity I swear electricity thrums invisibly around us.
“Dark One, you think you’re safe, that I wouldn’t come back for you after our little romp in the theatre. Boy were you wrong,” Justyce chuckles quietly before continuing.
I want her to suffer, to feel the angst and rage I’ve lived with for over eleven years.
Fucking hell, why is he always there, and what the fuck is wrong with me. I’m a fucking prisoner and here I am flicking the fucking bean over my captor.
“Oh fuck, Justyce,” she whimpers, her protests from earlier no longer in sight.
I’m a monster, there is no doubt about it, but if I could free these slaves with no repercussion, I would.
I’m hungry, and it sure as fuck isn’t for food.
Something tells me once I get a taste of Justyce Travino, I’ll be addicted.
Heat washes over me, dousing my anger in ice blocks, and I want to punch myself in my girly bits. The traitor is already tingling and salivating at his command.
I need Justyce to view me as a lioness not a meek ass kitten willing to bend to his every whim.
“Those electric blues have haunted me for eleven years, eleven fucking years!”
It’s a Mexican standoff between us and I yearn to wreck her pretty face and see tears stain her cheeks. I’m a sick fuck, and I accept it.
This is my out. This is how I can find my way out of my Rapunzel tower and away from the evil prince of Tartarus.
Am I really going to do this? Hell yes I am.
We have this moment, just this one. I swipe the pad of my thumb over her tears and bring it to my mouth to taste the salty essence.
Trepidation bleeds through my entirety. He’s going to rape me, or worse, kill me, and there is no one here to rescue me.
Some people take drugs or fuck away their demons. Me, I drink those cunts into oblivion.
Fading in and out, I look to the angel once more. “Can you tell him I love him, please? I didn’t get to tell him.”
I dare him with my eyes. Dare him to take what innocence he thought I possessed when I know there’s none left. His darkness dances perfectly with mine.
